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Sunday, 22 June 2014

The sun has
been making its unusual aquaintance with us again this summer, which by my
humble opinion, is good.

What better way
to spend a summery weekend in June….a Flower Festival!

An early
arrival was still late by others standards, as stalls were busily being
erected, paintings were hung, ducks ushered in and food stalls were set up.

I dropped a
couple of boxes, a folding table and a big bottle of water under a tree while I
found a suitable parking spot.

The crowds
rolled in, late morning as the smell of freshly cooked food welled in the woody
park. A guy in stilts walked past, several times, each time giving the same
cheery ‘hello’, with waving hands. I slip on the sunglasses and suddenly my
phone seems awful interesting. A unicycle performers rides up and down the
pathways, pushing the segmented front half of a bike, completely in tandem with
the atmosphere of the day.

The dog show
draws a lot of well-groomed dogs whose hair is better kept than my own. There
is a puppet show further down the park while the stilted guy passes again with
the same cheery hello. I smile, again.

So, great
summers leads to warmth and opens rural communities to a hive of outdoor
activities. Long live summer.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing
on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar
conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”